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just before
I breathed in I was
breathing out
I run to this
place to be with you
you seem aloof
to life or to give
anything out afraid
even to receive
I play with the birds
trills as people rush
home from work
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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02
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early this morning
the sun kissed
the tips of grass
like light
bulbs turned on
one at a time
to brighten the
soggy meadow
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to soar up
above all
where stars
wait on the night
to pasture blue
clouds unkempt
where prayers
roam before
finding rest
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This poem is part of the selection for the new collection, soon to be published, California Notebooks 03.
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Sunday’s Poems are dedicated to Italian Poetry
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i giorni in cui devo
insegnare
mi sveglio
.
prima degli uccelli
parto
con il buio
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con il buio ritorno
le stelle mi illuminano
di sorrisi
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Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.
Sì, la domenica le poesie saranno in italiano!
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I did read six pages
this morning
to make me revolve
once more
in the right direction
it has been
long since I could
poetry came
to give me a hand
to see who
am I once more
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Feeling sad… The six pages mentioned in this poem I published Tuesday are those of a Mary Oliver book, and today, two days later, she passed away…
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I turn my shoulders
to the last summer sun
inconsolable for fall
at the door and winter
following they get into
my bones and stay too
long I try resignation
to no avail on my
mutilated wings
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California Notebook 03 is on its way!
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As I believe in the infinite circle, here after Step 1, is Step 13 🙂
13.
while I learn to move my ears
in the air to grasp whispers
poetry explains itself
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It’s my hope that each steps of Thirteen Ways Of Looking At A Poem led you further ahead in your love and understanding of poetry. Thank you for reading.
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1.
there are times when
a poem you read doesn’t
make any sense where
you suddenly realize how
nice it is to be lost
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After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
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I didn’t dislike
school most days
yet I was anxious
each day to go home
to have lunch while
reading – to then take a small
break after the meal – under
the sun on the balcony
reading again underlining
my dreams to come
adding notes to my
future days
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I’m split in two
by the desire to
sit and meditate
and travel madly
to new landscapes
travel nonetheless
new either way
yet the excitement
of moving on the territory
yet the serenity
of exploring the nearby
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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02
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the life of a poet
is that of cultivating
yourself so that poetry
may choose to visit you
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This poem is part of the new volume “California Notebooks 03” soon to be published.
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I wish no one
to die without a hint
of poetry
a hue of love
compassion or
passion
I wish you
all the urge to cross
over this
threshold
while in your home
a nice skin
seeking a touch
from heaven to come
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This poem is part of the collection, available on Amazon, California Notebooks 02
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A very brief video of a poem read in the Coachella Valley, California.
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This poem is part of the newly published collection California Notebooks 02
Happy News! California Notebooks vol.02 is now available on Amazon in the e-book vrs. “The poetic desert trip continues toward unusual places and new destinations… Poetry is the magic bus that takes us to beauty, to the invisible geography of the spirit.” The volume is compiled of 100 poems in bilingual format (EN/ITA). Cost $ 8.99
Buone Nuove! Il secondo volume dei California Notebooks (Quaderni Californiani) è ora disponibile nel formato e-book. “Continua il viaggio poetico verso luoghi inusuali e nuove tappe… La poesia è l’omnibus che ci porta alla bellezza, all’invisibile, una geografia dello spirito.” Il volume comprende 100 poesie in formato bilingue (ING/ITA) e costa 5.99 euro.
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Have a nice weekend! Che sia un buon fine settimana! Anna
8.
some dreams are infinite it takes
but a few words to evoke those
emotions are a whole sea of waves
useless to separate them to make
some sense just a few words
can take you to sea free the page
among waves and winds
let the reader fly
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After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird.
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